When Long Yan heard this, his brows suddenly lit up with joy, and he couldn't hide his excitement at all: "Okay! Okay! I'll come over to greet you sir tomorrow morning! Come over the next morning!"
Feng Jiu was indeed a little helpless and could only say truthfully: "Mr. Long..."
"Just like Butler Qiao, just call me eldest brother." After thinking about it, I felt that this title was a bit offensive to my husband, so I immediately changed my words and said, "Sorry, sorry, just call me Long Yan."
Feng Jiu didn't want to have any relationship with others, but it wasn't that she felt that the other person was trying to impress her. Where the person's identity was, she couldn't decide who was favoring him.
She just doesn't want to talk about human relationships. Whether it's a medical visit or a consultation here, or other medicinal materials business, business is business, and there is no need to deal with human relationships.
"Mr. Long, let me make it clear in advance that there are too many difficult and complicated diseases in this world. Since Lanyue Villa Master's stubborn disease has not been cured by any doctor for so many years, it means that this stubborn disease is indeed serious."
The No. 1 Village in the World has a great reputation. It is impossible for people to have no money to hire a doctor. As long as they are willing, the imperial doctor in the palace may be able to hire one.
But it still cannot be cured. It can only be said that the illness of the owner of Lanyue Villa is not simple.
"So, even if I go there, I may not be able to cure it. Please be prepared, Mr. Long. I am just an ordinary doctor, not a fairy doctor."
"I understand that as long as your husband is willing to go and have a look, I will be satisfied."
Feng Jiu didn't want to be called by his name or eldest brother. Long Yan knew that this ghost doctor didn't want to have anything to do with anyone.
The temperament of all noble people has always been like this, more or less a little withdrawn, which is okay.
However, Long Yan seemed a little embarrassed and hesitated to speak.
Qiao Mu glanced at Feng Jiu and saw that she had no objection, so he asked: "Butler Long, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."
"Um..." Long Yan glanced at her and then looked at Feng Jiu, feeling somewhat embarrassed: "Sir, the owner of my farm is a bit... um, a bit... withdrawn, and his temper is not very good. Maybe...
Maybe not so easy to get along with."
"The pain that sick people have to endure is completely unimaginable by healthy people. Since you have been suffering for many years, it is normal for you to have a bad temper."
Although she has not been practicing medicine for a long time, she has seen many different kinds of patients, so she doesn't take it to heart.
"Thank you for your tolerance, sir. However, sir, I promise you that I will definitely take care of you and will not let you...cough."
He coughed lightly, but he didn't dare to make a promise at will, so he changed his words: "I will try my best not to let my husband be wronged."
"Ha..." Qiao Mu couldn't help but chuckle, this guy changed his tone very quickly.
Yes, I am not a person who talks freely, and I will never make promises that I cannot afford, which is a good thing.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then."
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Fengjiu stayed in the pharmacy until late at night before returning to her room.
Their Tianji Hall has many backyards. Fengjiu likes to be quiet. She lives in one of the small courtyards in the east wing. Normally no one will disturb her.
After taking a bath and reading the medical book, Feng Jiu felt a little sleepy, so she turned off the candle light and was about to lie down on the bed.
Suddenly, a blast of cold air came oncoming.
Her heart was agitated, and her heart almost twitched with fright after she had calmed down for such a long time!
The other party actually entered the room without her noticing it. If he hadn't approached too quickly, she might not have noticed it.
With a cry, she sent out a palm. Unexpectedly, the opponent refused to dodge and actually wanted to use his own body to catch her palm.
Feng Jiu was afraid of being deceived, so she immediately turned her palms and wrists, and unknowingly grabbed the two silver needles with her fingertips, and shot them towards the opponent's heart with two whooshing sounds.
The black figure raised his hand casually, and the silver needle fell on his fingertips and was dropped casually.
He is actually a top expert!
Fengjiu frowned, turned her wrist again, and with a snap, this time, a palm really fell on the opponent's shoulder.
He still didn't escape, but stood beside the bed and slapped her hard.
Probably because the other party's skill exceeded his expectation, this slap actually caused the blood in his chest to become chaotic, and a wisp of blood fell from his beautiful lips.
There was wind seeping in outside the window, the bright moon pushed aside the dark clouds, and the moonlight broke in, shining on the man's indifferent face.
This face, so handsome that people and gods were outraged, suddenly became clear in Feng Jiu's sight.
Surprised, shocked, and disbelieving, in the end, there was no wave in her eyes. She hurriedly got off the bed and knelt down on one knee: "See the Ninth Prince."
The man standing by the window said nothing, his eyes fell on her, precise, sharp, and as cold as frost.
"Take off your clothes, I want to see it!" His voice was like water, but so cold that any lake would instantly freeze.
Feng Jiu's heart was shaken, and her forehead was almost covered with black lines.
Is there anyone as domineering as him? He makes people take off their clothes as soon as they come! This nymphomaniac!
"Ninth Prince, I wonder what the purpose of visiting late at night is?" Her voice was still so deep. Although the boy who was deliberately trained to have a deep voice was not very magnetic, it was not unpleasant either.
"I told you to take off your clothes!"
Zhan Qingcheng glared at her angrily, and there was no room for any deviation from this order.
His cold eyes were clearly warning her that if she didn't take it off, she would be torn to pieces by him!
Feng Jiu was a little helpless. He was probably the only one in the world who was so domineering and unreasonable.
She stood up, straightened her body, met his cold gaze, finally walked over and lit the candle.
"Your Majesty, I don't have a habit of cutting off my sleeves. Please, Your Majesty..."
He was walking towards her, although his steps were slow, he soon arrived in front of her.
He stretched out his slender fingers and was about to tear her clothes off without any room for negotiation.
Feng Jiu sighed silently and took two steps back. Before Zaizhan Qingcheng approached her again, she said lightly: "Your Majesty, I will take it off myself."
Walking to the window, a little far away from him, Feng Jiu was about to take off her clothes. Unexpectedly, Zhan Qingcheng waved his long sleeves, and with a bang, the window was closed with his palm.
Does this mean that he doesn’t want people outside to peek into his body? But, he didn’t think of it, right?
Feng Jiu put her hands on her collar and suddenly pulled it hard.
The dirty clothes she wore to sleep in were already thin, but when she pulled them like this, they were immediately pulled down to her shoulders.
Her neckline was wide open, and her snow-white skin suddenly appeared. However, this white and tender skin looked like a woman's, but why was her chest...
Zhan Qingcheng's big palm tightened, and a burst of anger surged into his heart. He didn't know whether it was anger or disappointment. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
